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Would it be safe to assume that Makana is twisted from Maui?
They're both got a lot of pride and show dismissiveness towards girls who they don't think are worth their time.
Both receive praise and admiration from the islanders around them, and most glaringly of all, Maui was directly responsible for Te Fiti turning into Te Ka. Kinda like Makana's taunts cementing Mahina's decision to close herself off from others to pour everything she has into cultivating an image of strength.
Also Makana's name is Hawaiian for "gift", which reminds me of all the gifts of the sun, rain, and coconuts Maui boasts of giving humanity in his song.
You hit the nail right on the head, though whereas Maui has been able to grow as a person due to Moana, Makana hasn’t changed because Motunui hasn’t seen change.
Traditions are deeply rooted into Motunui, both the good and the bad, meaning things like “Gender Norms” are still a pretty black and white concept. Girls do the homemaking, Boys do the working, Girls make baskets for fishermen, and Boys become fishermen. Things like this, and many more are still very common in Motunui.
People who don’t fit into societal norms are usually ignored, shunned, or not taken seriously…hence how Mahina got issues with Gender and what it means to be a strong woman.
Makana isn’t actively any more malicious than any other Motunui boy who grew up under traditional values, he’s just a lot more vocal about it and just happened to be pretty influential and well liked with the local community (being such a good surfer/Spelldrive player).
In this chapter: Seated on the terrace with his gaze fixed on the winter-coated garden, his mind drifted to her transformation. The innocent demeanor he once saw had ripened into something self-assured. Her words, first soft and uncertain, now carried an unfiltered boldness. Her form, once a mystery to him, had become an ache etched into his senses. She had entered his life as an unspoken wish, a salve for wounds he hadn't even known existed. And that realization unsettled him deeply.
"Would you take the lead if the chance was yours?" he prompted at last, pulling away the veil of fabric that had shielded her.
Her toned figure came into view, generous and breathtakingly exposed—a true testament to earthly beauty.
An airy, tinkling laugh escaped her. "And what exactly are you suggesting?"
Without a word, he moved closer, his intention seemingly clear. She prepared herself, her lips softly parted, her eyes fluttering shut in anticipation of the kiss she had been waiting for. Yet, when his lips finally made contact, they bypassed her mouth entirely, pressing against her neck instead.
A flush of irritation rose within her. She felt a sting of mockery in his actions, as though her readiness, her invitation, was indeed being dismissed. She had opened herself fully to the moment, and yet, the more she revealed her yearning, the more he seemed to savor holding back. She exhaled abruptly, her thoughts turning over the reason for her waking.
He moved with a maddening slowness, trailing kisses along her bare form in a rhythm that felt timeless. Each press of his lips seemed to stretch the moment, further testing her poise while drawing her deep into the charm he was weaving.
He paused at the juncture of her thighs, his intentions clear. Still, the message eluded her.
He reversed their position, and she found herself on her knees, straddling his face. Confused by the obvious, she asked, "What are you doing?"
A genuine laugh shook his body, the sound rich and resonant. "Doesn't it strike you as rather obvious?" he teased.
"I never imagined you'd be the type to enjoy something like this," she confessed hesitantly.
"You're on the verge of discovering otherwise," he promised, guiding her hips.
From his vantage point, it felt as though Mother Nature had lowered itself to meet him. Her body, expansive and serene, like the celestial vault. Her pilosity, a lush and inviting foliage.
At the touch of his warm tongue, a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, her voice, typically soft and mellow, now lifted to higher notes, reminiscent of the vibrant tones of a koto played in sacred walls.
He lapped at the fullness of her depth. In the process, mimicking mouthfuls stolen from her thighs. Despite her initial perplexity at the position, she reveled in every second of his attention.
Hesitantly, she began to rock her hips in search of greater sensation. In response, he pressed her wetness further against his face, anointing himself with her flows as if to grant her permission to seek more, to use him. Truth be told, like a predator certain of its prey, this was exactly what he had been waiting for.
Unaware of the trap she was falling into, she interlaced her fingers with his before riding him with gusto.
"Give me your tongue," she murmured, pleasantly surprised when he complied as his mouth opened wide, unveiling the moist muscle hidden inside.
He parted her borders, placing her most sensitive flesh directly onto himself. Taking advantage of her swaying, he entered her, stiffening the tip of his tongue, increasing its size with each pass to make his mark.
As the moments passed, Makana's dance grew restless, her movements less considered, her lascivious hums louder, much to her partner's enjoyment. Sukuna reveled in every sound she made, stroking himself to the rhythm of her chimes.
She, who was becoming so agitated, began to use his chin for penetration. Seizing the opportunity to satiate her bud, he appreciated it as if it were the ripest, most savory berry on the mountain.
Perhaps it was too much for her to handle. Instinctively, she grabbed his face from either side, trying to pull away. "Sukuna, I—" she gasped, but it was in vain. As soon as she switched her grip, he held her in position with an iron fist.
"Please," she begged breathlessly, twisting and squirming like a caterpillar. The shocks of pleasure were overwhelming, sensations he wanted her to remember for days to come.
Desperate for balance, she leaned on her elbows, placing her hands beyond his torturous face. A fatal mistake, as he adapted to the new angle, adding her exposed slit to his parade, caressing it with firm strokes of his tongue. One... two... three licks were enough for her to cry out.
Ten… eleven… twelve, his third hand slipped into play, a new mouth manifested in its palm to taste the hidden flower nestled in her derriere. His eyes stayed fixed on her, piercing into her soul as he urged her beyond the boundaries of dignity. This was what he loved—to contemplate her, subject to his seduction, witnessing her trepidation.
He intended to keep her going, to render her eager yet spent, believing she was leading the tandem as he was the one who maintained control.
Thirty...forty...fifty, a victim of her own passion. Ardently, helplessly, she kept riding him—her hips still locked into place, yet the constraint only adding to her frenzy.
When the spasms that agitated her core achieved a steady pace, he deemed it fit to release her. Quietly, he loosened his hold, allowing her a moment of respite as he pulled her back against his chest. Right there, she could feel the heat of his yearning resting near her inner thigh, throbbing, soothing her with feathery caresses as she panted in the aftermath.
It wasn't long before she regained her concentration. "May I claim my kiss now?"
More halloween dorks ! Lorelei Tanz is back for more shenanigans, and they brought Illyrian with them ! Who's dressed as a dragon. While being a dragon. This is normal. (Worldbuilding joke : he's dressed as Veleŝ, @hinaneda's character, who's based on the same person, Manntra's singer Marko M. Sekul.) Ivo has dressed as Death (and Death approves), Beren is Usagi, Ash is a cat because he doesn't care about Halloween except for candy, and Makana is dressed as Lykke while Lykke is dressed as Makana. He may have some problems with it.
